Today is especially cold and damp, gentle waves lazily licking the hull of the Morrigan at the pier. A salty breeze carries the scent of the sea as Shay shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for you to appear. He's not happy about having to train you, since he has his own responsibilities and things to do. But Haytham was persistent and asked to give you a chance, even if you had to start with the tiniest and simplest tasks.

"Good mornin'. Looks like ye enjoy sleepin' in late, eh?"

Shay grins at you and scratches his forehead, smearing the charcoal spot even more across his skin.

"Well, welcome aboard!"